A December eve chilly and dark, she’s lonely in a mall
Her dog asleep too weak to bark, strumming her guitar to all
Shoppers laden with gifts walk past, she has no money to live
She’s treated as a lower class, and no one wants to give.
The lame Jimbo visits her, when the moon’s high in the sky
They tell eachother their sorrows, until silly times at night
While Jimbo cleans his crystal eye, Maggie starts to drink
the cannabis smoke, burns his throat, and then they start to sing.
But no Jesus-like figures erupted from the stained glass
No revelations hit him/her like a cement truck
No Virgin Marys to go down on one´s knees
Smile while you can, the bells of hell would rings
Smile while you can, the bells of hell would rings.
Someone has dropped a dollar in her plastic cup.
my tattered shoes have travelled many a rugged path,
But all dreams end, maybe there will be a chance once again,
Come take my hand, please let me lead you to hell.
One day they sleep by fires, another they sleep in cars
And the kicks from the county police always wake them up.
The smell of hotdogs across the street, takes their breath away
If today isn´t a good day, tomorrow will be a better day.
But no Jesus-like figures erupted from the stained glass
No revelations hit him/her like a cement truck
No Virgin Marys to go down on one´s knees
Smile while you can, the bells of hell would rings
Smile while you can, the bells of hell would rings.